I used to be certain.
Not just confident or comfortable, but certain in the way only a young person can be when handed a complete system and told it explains everything. I had been taught a theology that divided the world neatly into what was true and what was false. It came with answers for every question that mattered and, more importantly, it came with the assumption that those answers were final.
I didn’t question it. Why would I? It was what I had been given. It felt like truth because it felt like home.
When I listen to people argue about theology now, I often recognize something uncomfortably familiar. I hear the same tone of certainty I once had. I see people defending systems they didn’t build but have fully embraced. They assume their conclusions are objectively true and everything else is objectively wrong.
I understand that mindset because I once lived there.

Moral priorities: ‘If we free the slaves, who will pick the cotton?’
Intolerance isn’t just an American thing; it’s common to all humans
If we disrespect skilled trades, we’re ignorant and arrogant fools
Tell me the music you listen to and that’ll reveal a lot about you
DC hypocrites act like spoiled kids on playground by pointing fingers
When socialists steal all your money, blame those who compromise today
Chance encounter with woman leaves me grateful for my health
Abortion debate gives us lots of candidates for ‘Idiot of the Year’